"Although it's better than prison, it still isn't easy to live with two guys wearing an ankle bracelet, in the smallest possible wooden cabin somewhere in between New York and Detroit. There's no food anymore, tap water is not drinkable, and eating each other's intestines seems to be the last enjoyable possibility. The thick dense sound of synth throbbing bubbles up from these hungry bowels. Two synths fighting their ways to better times, though right now everything looks pretty dark, gnarly and industrial, classic heavy synth waves, rhythmic madness and electronic sadness. Comes in a collage sleeve by DT, limited to 300 copies." Limited stock.